I do not wish to exist,
But others wish me to exist.
I know,
And I know I will want to exist in the morning.

It is both sad and lovely
To write these words here for you
It is a good thing
A noble thing
To write my pains for your pleasure

I do not wish to be how I am
I know I could be better
And I know I will be better in the morning

I'm a little drunk
And more than a little lonely
Because my sorrows taste like honey
When I filling up my cup for the fifth time

I do not wish to say these things
I wish I understood myself
I know that I am becoming something
But I wish I was sure what that was